If I were to have no meaning
I would be fully unclothed
If I were to be armed with needs
You'll see me with a blue coat
Armed with lucky charms and wishes
My business is in my pockets
Yours are in the mouth you insult your mother with
When you see me with a blue coat
Know that I am ready to open the gates to the sky
Within the coat, there will be pockets of rich cotton
Within the pockets, there will be a cherishing smell
The salt in your eyes will be noticed
You'll envy that I will soon visit another universe
I won't explore, I'll just float and laugh at what seems to be a false religion
My spirit you want to figure out is senseless and insipid
Paradise is alone
My purity was taken a few disagreements and punches ago
A few less ***** ago
The mystery of your touch will be my new religion
So **** if the world is moving
Let's visit the clouds and sit within the stillness of your voice that damages my soul